What if I never married?
Never finding the love of my life
Only to spend the remainder of my days
In the dark confinement of my loneliness
Never to meet my match
Wandering in the infinite abyss of wonder
The wonder of my imagination
The seemingly endless waves of wonder
Thinking would I ever meet her?
Entangled by the suspenseful mystery of hope
A weak, faint hope
Like a slowly rupturing rope
On it's last threads
My heart would be crushed by the senseless weight of isolation
Tortured by the peculiarity of my introspection
Deceived by the subjectivity of my feeling
Robbed and abandoned
Like a house ransacked by a thief in the night
Left with a vague memory
Of what it is like to have something valuable
How could I bear another day
Experiencing the canyon of emptiness
Echoing throughout the hollowness of my heart?
Is anyone there?
anyone?....
No, no one is there...
No love
Only a desert
Severely parched
With nothing to quench its thirst
There would I be
In this desert under the sun
And there I would wither away
Knowing that my heart would forever be a barren wasteland
Without tree, without fruit
And nothing of life.
Never finding the love of my life
Only to spend the remainder of my days
In the dark confinement of my loneliness
Never to meet my match
Wandering in the infinite abyss of wonder
The wonder of my imagination
The seemingly endless waves of wonder
Thinking would I ever meet her?
Entangled by the suspenseful mystery of hope
A weak, faint hope
Like a slowly rupturing rope
On it's last threads
My heart would be crushed by the senseless weight of isolation
Tortured by the peculiarity of my introspection
Deceived by the subjectivity of my feeling
Robbed and abandoned
Like a house ransacked by a thief in the night
Left with a vague memory
Of what it is like to have something valuable
How could I bear another day
Experiencing the canyon of emptiness
Echoing throughout the hollowness of my heart?
Is anyone there?
anyone?....
No, no one is there...
No love
Only a desert
Severely parched
With nothing to quench its thirst
There would I be
In this desert under the sun
And there I would wither away
Knowing that my heart would forever be a barren wasteland
Without tree, without fruit
And nothing of life.
The world without me what would it be?
One less mouth to feed for a poor single mother
One less son, grandson, little brother
One less cousin, colleague, best friend
One less employee, heartache, email to send
One less love
One less couple
One less husband
One less Father
One less voice
One less heartbeat
One less poem
One less breath
One less death